IN olden time, in a time long before
present days, in a certain Tsardom of an Empire far across the blue seas
and behind high mountains, there lived a Tsar and his Tsaritsa. The Tsar
had lived long in the white world, and through long living had become
old. He had three sons, Tsarevitches, all of them young, brave and unmarried,
and altogether of such a sort that they could not be described by words
spoken in a tale or written down with a pen. During the long white days
they flew about on their fiery, beautiful horses, like bright hawks under
the blue sky. All three were handsome and clever, but the handsomest and
cleverest was the youngest, and he was Tsarevitch Ivan.
One day the Tsar summoned his three sons
to his presence and said: "My dear children, ye have now arrived
at man's estate and it is time for you to think of marriage. I desire
you to select maidens to beloving wives to you and to me dutiful daughters-in-law.
Take, therefore, your well- arched bows and arrows which have been hardened
in the fire. Go into the untrodden field wherein no one is permitted to
hunt, draw the bows tight and shoot in different directions, and in whatsoever
courts the arrows fall, there demand your wives-to-be. She who brings
to each his arrow shall be his bride."
So the Tsarevitches made arrows, hardened
them in the fire, and going into the untrodden field, shot them in different
directions. The eldest brother shot to the east, the second to the west,
and the youngest, Tsarevitch Ivan, drew his bow with all his strength
and shot his arrow straight before him.
On making search, the eldest brother found
that his arrow had fallen in the courtyard of a Boyar, where it lay before
the tower in which were the apartments of the maidens. The second brother's
arrow had fallen in the courtyard of a rich merchant who traded with foreign
countries, and pierced a window at which the merchant's daughter-a lovely
girl soul-was standing. But the arrow of Tsarevitch Ivan could not be
found at all.
Tsarevitch Ivan searched in deep sorrow and
grief. For two whole days he wandered in the woods and fields, and on
the third day he came by chance to a boggy swamp, where the black soil
gave way under the foot, and in the middle of the swamp he came upon a
great Frog which held in her mouth the arrow he had shot.
When he saw this he turned to run away, leaving
his arrow behind him, but the Frog cried: "Kwa! Kwa! Tsarevitch Ivan,
come to me and take thine arrow. If thou wilt not take me for thy wife,
thou wilt never get out of this marsh."
Ivan was greatly surprised to hear the Frog
speak, and was at a loss to know what to do. But at last he took the arrow,
picked up the Frog, put her in a fold of his coat and went sadly home.
When he arrived at the Palace and told his
story, his brothers jeered at him, and the two beautiful maidens whom
they were to marry laughed at him also, so that he went weeping to the
Tsar and said: "How can I ever take this Frog to wife-a little thing
that says 'Kwa! Kwa!' She is not my equal. To live one's life long is
not like crossing a river or walking over a field. How shall I live with
But the Tsar made answer: "Take her,
for such was my royal word, and such is thy fate!" And though Tsarevitch
Ivan wept a long time, there was no further word to be said, since one
cannot go contrary to his fate.
So the sons of the Tsar were married-the
eldest to the nobleman's daughter, the second to the daughter of the merchant,
and the youngest, Tsarevitch Ivan, was married to the Frog. When the day
came, he went to the Palace in a closed carriage and the Frog was carried
on a golden dish.
So they lived, a long time or a short time,
and Tsarevitch Ivan treated the Frog with gentleness and kindness till
a day came when the Tsar summoned his three sons before him and said:
"Dear children, now that ye are wedded, I am minded to try the skill
of my daughters-in-law in the arts of housewifery. Take from my storeroom,
therefore, each of you, a piece of linen cloth, and his wife shall make
of it a shirt which he shall bring to me tomorrow morning."
The two elder brothers took the linen to
their wives, who at once called together their maidservants and nurses
and all set to work busily to cut the stuff and to sew it. And as they
worked they laughed to think of Tsarevitch Ivan, saying: "What will
his little Quacker make for him to bring to the Tsar tomorrow?" But
Tsarevitch Ivan went home looking as if he had swallowed a needle. "How
can my little Frog-wife make a shirt?" he thought, "she who
only creeps on the floor and croaks!" And his bright head hung down
lower than his shoulders.
When she saw him looking so sad, however,
the Frog spoke, "Kwa! Kwa! Tsarevitch Ivan, why art thou so down
cast? Hast thou heard from the Tsar thy father a hard, un pleasant word?"
"How can I fail to be downcast?"
answered Ivan. "The Tsar, my father, has ordered that thou shouldst
sew a shirt out of this linen for him tomorrow."
"Worry not," said the Frog, "and
have no fear. Go to bed and rest There is more wisdom in the morning than
in the evening!"
When Tsarevitch Ivan had laid himself down
to sleep, she called servants and bade them cut the linen he had brought
into small pieces. Then dismissing them, she took the pieces in her mouth,
hopped to the window and threw them out, saying: "Winds! Winds! Fly
abroad with these linen shreds and sew me a shirt for the Tsar my father
in law! And be fore one could tell it back into the room flew a shirt
all stitched and finished.
Next morning when Tsarevitch Ivan awoke,
the Frog presented him with a shirt. "There it is," she said.
"Take it to thy father and see if it pleases him." Ivan was
greatly rejoiced and putting the shirt under his coat set out to the Palace
where his two elder brothers had already arrived
First of all the eldest brother presented
his shirt to his father. The Tsar took it, examined it and said: "This
is sewn in the common way-it is fit only to be worn in a poor man's hut!"
He took the shirt which the second son had brought, and said: "This
is sewn somewhat better than the other and is perhaps good enough for
me to wear when I go to my bath." But when he took the shirt that
Tsarevitch Ivan presented him, he examined it with delight, for no single
seam could be seen in it. He could not admire it enough and gave orders
that it should be given him to wear only on the greatest holidays. Ivan
went home happy, but his two brothers said to one another: "We need
not laugh at Ivan's wife; she is not really a Frog, but a witch."
A second time the Tsar summoned his three
sons and said: "My dear children, I wish to taste bread baked by
the hands of my daughters-in-law. Bring me tomorrow morning, therefore,
each of you a loaf of soft white bread."
Tsarevitch Ivan returned home looking as
if he had eaten something without salt, and his bright head hung lower
than his shoulders, and when the Frog saw him, she said:
"Kwa! Kwa! Kworax! Tsarevitch Ivan,
why art thou so sad? Hast thou heard a harsh, unfriendly word from the
Tsar thy father?"
"Why should I not be sad?" answered
Ivan. "The Tsar my father has bidden that thou bake him for tomorrow
a loaf of soft white bread."
"Mourn not, Tsarevitch Ivan. Be not
sad for nothing. Go to bed and sleep in comfort. The morning is wiser
than the evening."
When he was asleep she ordered servants to
bring a pastry- pot, put flour and cold water into it and make a paste.
This she bade them put into the cold oven, and when they were gone she
hopped before the oven door and said:
Bread, Bread! Be baked!
Clean, white, and soft as snow!
Instantly the oven door flew open and the
loaf rolled out, cooked crisp and white.
Now the two Tsarevnas, the wives of the other
brothers, hated the Frog because of the shirt she had made, and when they
heard the command of the Tsar, the wife of the eldest brother sent a little
black slave-girl to spy on the Frog and see what she would do. The black
girl hid herself where she could watch, and went and told her mistress
what she had seen and heard. Then the two Tsarevnas tried to imitate the
Frog. They dissolved their flour in cold water, poured the paste into
cold ovens and repeated over and over again:
Bread, Bread! Be baked!
Clean, white, and soft as snow!
But the ovens remained cold and the paste
would not bake.
Seeing this, in anger they gave the poor
slave-girl a cruel beating, ordered more flour, made paste with hot water
and heated the ovens. But the spilled paste had flowed all about and clogged
the flues and made them useless, so that one had her loaf burned on one
side and the other took hers out underbaked.
In the morning, when Tsarevitch Ivan awoke,
the Frog sent him to the Palace with his bread wrapped in a towel, and
the brothers came also with theirs.
The Tsar cut the loaf of the eldest son and
tasted it. "Such bread," he said, "might be eaten only
out of misery," and he sent it to the kitchen that it might be given
to the beg gars. He tasted that of the second son and said: "Give
this to my hounds." When Tsarevitch Ivan unwrapped his loaf, however,
all exclaimed in admiration. For it was so splendid that it would be impossible
to make one like it-it could only be told of in tales. It was adorned
with all kinds of cunning designs and on its sides were wrought the Tsar's
cities with their high walls and gates. The Tsar tasted it and sent it
away, saying: "Put this on my table on Easter Sunday, when we shall
have royal visitors." So Ivan went home rejoicing.
A third time the Tsar sent for his three
Sons and said to them: "My dear children, it is fitting that all
women should know how to weave and broider in gold and silver, and I would
see if your wives are skilled also in this. Take, there fore, each of
you, from my storehouse, silk, gold and silver, and tomorrow morning bring
me each of you a carpet."
When Tsarevitch Ivan brought sadly home the
silk, the gold, and the silver, the Frog was sitting on a chair. "Kwa!
Kwa! Kworax!" she said. "Tsarevitch Ivan, why dost thou mourn?
And why doth thy bright head hang down lower than thy shoulders? Hast
thou heard from the Tsar thy father a cruel and bitter word?"
"Have I not cause to mourn?" he answered. "The shirt thou
hast sewn, and the bread thou hast baked; but now my father has bidden
that thou make for tomorrow a carpet of this gold, silver, and silk."
"Fret not, Tsarevitch Ivan," said
the Frog. "Lay thee down and rest. The day has more wisdom than the
As soon as he was asleep she called servants
and bade them take scissors and cut to pieces all the silk, the gold,
and the silver, and then, sending them away, threw it out of the window,
"Winds! Winds! fly abroad with these
pieces of silk, of gold, and of silver, and make me a carpet such as my
dear father used to cover his windows!" And hardly had she said the
last word, when back into the room flew the embroidered carpet.
Now again the wives of the elder brothers
had sent the little black slave-girl to watch, and she ran quickly to
tell them. And they, thinking that this time the charm must work, cut
all of their silk and precious thread into pieces, threw them out of the
window, and repeated:
"Winds! Winds! fly abroad with these
pieces of silk, of gold, and of silver, and make us carpets such as our
dear fathers used to cover their windows."
But though they waited a long time, the winds
brought them no carpets. Then the Tsarevnas, angry at the loss of their
rich threads, after beating the little slave-girl more cruelly than before,
sent servants hastily for more material, and calling together their nurses
and maidens to help them, began to work at weaving and embroidering.
In the morning when Tsarevitch Ivan arose,
the Frog sent him to the Palace to show his carpet with his brothers.
The Tsar looked at the carpet of the eldest
son and said: "Take this to the stables. It will do to cover my poorest
horse when it is raining." He looked at the carpet of the second,
and said: "Put this in the hall; it may do, perhaps, to wipe my boots
upon in bad weather." But when Tsarevitch Ivan unrolled his carpet,
so wondrously was it adorned with gold and silver fashionings, that its
like cannot be imagined. And the Tsar ordered that it be kept with the
greatest care, to be put on his own table on the most solemn feast-days.
"Now, my dear children," he said,
"your wives, my daughters in law have done all that I bade them do
Bring them tomorrow therefore to the Palace to dine in order that I may
congratulate them in person."
The two elder brothers went home to their
wives, saying to one another: "Now he must bring his Frog-wife with
him to the royal audience for all to see!" But Tsarevitch Ivan went
home weeping and his bright head hung down lower than his shoulders.
When he reached home the Frog was sitting
at the door. "Kwa! Kwa! Kworax!" she said. "Tsarevitch
Ivan, why dost thou weep? Hast thou heard sharp and unfeeling words from
the Tsar thy father?"
"Why should I not weep?" he answered.
"Thou hast sewn the shirt, thou hast baked the bread, and thou hast
woven the carpet; but after all thou art but a Frog, and tomorrow the
Tsar my father commands that I bring thee to the Palace to royal audience.
How, to my shame, can I show thee to the people as my wife?"
"Weep no more," the Frog said.
"Go to thy bed and sleep. There is more wisdom in the morning than
in the evening."
The next day when Tsarevitch Ivan awoke,
she said: "Pay no heed to what others think. The Tsar thy father
was pleased with his shirt, his bread and his carpet; maybe he will be
pleased also with his daughter-in-law when I shall come. Do thou go to
the Palace and I will come after thee in an hour. Make thy respects to
the Tsar, and when thou hearest a rumbling and a knocking, say: 'Hither
comes my poor little Frog in her little basket!'
So Ivan drove away to the Palace somewhat
cheered by her words.
When he was out of sight the Frog went to
the window, and called:
"Winds! 'Winds! bring for me at once
a rich carriage of state, with white horses, footmen, outriders and runners!"
Instantly a horn blew and horsemen came galloping
up the street, followed by six milk-white horses drawing a golden coach.
As for herself, she threw off the skin of a frog and was transformed into
a maiden so beautiful that she could be described neither by words in
a tale nor with a pen in writing.
Meanwhile at the Palace the company were
assembled, the two elder brothers with their lovely brides attired in
silks and laden with shining jewels. And they all laughed at Tsarevitch
Ivan standing alone, saying: "Where is thy wife, the Tsarevna? Why
didst thou not bring her in a kitchen cloth? And art thou certain that
thou didst choose the greatest beauty of the swamp?" But while they
jeered at poor Ivan, suddenly there came a great rumbling and shouting.
The Tsar supposed some king or prince was arriving to visit him, but Tsarevitch
Ivan said: "Be not disturbed, little father. It is only my poor little
Frog coming in her little basket."
Nevertheless everybody ran to the Palace
windows, and they saw riders galloping and a golden coach drawn by six
milk-white horses flew up to the entrance and out of it came the lovely
maiden-such a beauty as to make the sun and moon ashamed when she looked
at them. She came to Tsarevitch Ivan and he took her hand and led her
to the Tsar his father and the Tsar himself seated her at the royal table
As all began to feast and make merry, the
wives of the elder sons whispered among themselves and said: "It
is as we have thought. She is in truth a witch. Let us watch care fully
and whatever she does let us be careful to do likewise. So, watching,
they saw that the Frog-wife did not drink the dregs of her wine-cup, but
poured them in her left sleeve, and that the bones of the roast swan she
put in her right sleeve, and they did the same.
When they rose from the table, the musicians
began to play and the Tsar led out Ivan's beautiful wife to dance. This
she did with exceeding grace. And as she danced she waved her left sleeve,
and at one end of the banquet hall a lake appeared one rod deep. She waved
her right sleeve and swans and geese appeared swimming on it. The Tsar
and his guests were astonished and could not sufficiently praise her cleverness.
When she finished dancing the lake and the fowls upon it disappeared.
Then the wives of the elder sons began to
dance. They waved their left sleeves and all the guests were splashed
with the wine dregs; they waved their right sleeves and the bones flew
right and left, and one nearly put out one of the Tsar's eyes. At this
he was angered, and straightway ordered them out of the Palace, so that
they went home in shame and dishonor.
Now seeing what a beautiful creature his
little Frog-wife had become, Tsarevitch Ivan thought to himself: "What
if she should turn back into a Frog again!" And while they were dancing
he hastened home, searched till he found the frog-skin and threw it into
His wife, arriving, ran to search for the
skin and when she could not find it, guessed what he had done.
She immediately fell a-weeping and said:
"Alas, alas, Tsarevitch Ivan, that thou couldst not have patience
even for a little while! Now thou hast lost me forever, unless thou canst
find me beyond three times nine lands, in the thirtieth Tsardom, in the
empire that lies under the sun. Know that I am the fairy Vasilissa the
Wise." When she had said this she turned into a blue dove and flew
out of the window.
Tsarevitch Ivan wept till his tears were
like a river, then he said a prayer to God and bidding the Tsar his father
and the Tsaritsa his mother farewell, went whither his eyes looked, in
search of his lost wife.
He went on and on; whether it was near or
far, or a short road or a long road, a tale is soon told, but such a journey
is not made quickly. He traveled through thrice nine lands, asking everyone
he met where he could find Vasilissa the Wise, but none could answer,
till he reached the empire that lies under the sun, and there in the thirtieth
Tsardom he met an old gray-beard to whom he told his story and asked his
"Well do I know of Vasilissa the Wise,"
answered the old man. "She is a powerful fairy whose father, in a
fit of anger, turned her into a frog for three years. The time was almost
up, and hadst thou not burned her frog-skin she would be with thee now.
I cannot tell thee where she is, but take thou this magic ball which will
roll wherever thou commandest it, and follow it."
Tsarevitch Ivan thanked the old gray-beard, threw the ball he gave him
on the ground and at his command it straightway began to roll. It rolled
a short way and it rolled a long way, it rolled across a pebbly plain
and into a drear and dreadful forest, and in the middle of the forest
he came to a miserable little hut that stood on hens' legs and turned
continually round and round. And Ivan said to it:
Little Hut, little Hut!
Stand the way thy mother placed thee,
With thy back to the wood and thy front to me!
And immediately the hut turned about facing
him and stood still.
Tsarevitch Ivan climbed up one of its hens'
legs and entered the door, and there he saw the oldest of the Baba Yagas,
the bony grandmother of all the witches, lying on a corner of the stove
on nine bricks, with one lip on the shelf, her nose (which was as long
as the Perevitzky Bridge) thrust up the chimney, and her huge iron mortar
in the corner.
"Poo!" she cried, gnashing her
teeth. "Who is this comes to me? Until now I have neither seen with
my eyes nor heard with my ears the spirit of any Russian; but today it
is a Russian who enters my house! Well, Tsarevitch Ivan, camest thou hither
from thine own wish, or because thou wast compelled?"
"Enough by my own will and twice as
much by force," answered Tsarevitch Ivan. "But for shame, thou,
that thou hast not offered me to eat and to drink, and prepared me a bath!"
Then the Baba Yaga, being pleased with his
spirit, gave him food and drink and made ready a bath for him; and when
he had refreshed himself, he related to her the whole affair just as it
had been. And when she learned that Vasilissa the Wise was in truth his
wife, she said: "I will indeed render thee this service, not for
love of thee, but because I hate her father. The fairy flies across this
forest every day, bringing messages for her father, and stops in my house
to rest. Remain here, and as soon as she enters, seize her by the head.
When she feels herself caught, she will turn into a frog, and from a frog
to a lizard, and from a lizard to a snake, and last of all she will transform
herself into an arrow. Do thou take the arrow and break it into three
pieces, and she will be thine forever! But take heed when thou hast hold
of her not to let her go."
The Baba Yaga concealed the Tsarevitch behind
the stove and scarcely was he hidden when in flew Vasilissa the Wise.
Ivan crept up noiselessly behind her and seized her by the head. She instantly
turned into a great green frog and he laughed with joy to see her in the
form he knew so well. When she turned into a lizard, however, the cold
touch of the creature was so loathsome that he let go his hold, and immediately
the lizard darted through a crack in the floor.
The Baba Yaga upbraided him. "How shouldst
thou win back such a wife," she said, "thou who canst not touch
the skin of a creeping lizard? As thou couldst not keep her, thou shalt
never again see her here. But if thou likest, go to my sister and see
if she will help thee."
Tsarevitch Ivan did so. The ball rolled a
long way and it rolled a short way, across a mountain and into a deep
ravine, and here he came to a second wretched little hovel turning round
on hens' legs. He made it stand still and entered it as before, and there
on the stove, with one lip on the shelf and her nose propping the ceiling,
was the skinny grand-aunt of all the witches.
To her he told his story, and for the sake
of her sister the Baba Yaga also agreed to help him. "Vasilissa the
Wise," she said, "rests in my house, too, but if this time thou
lettest go thy hold, thou mayest never clasp her more." So she hid
Tsarevitch Ivan and when Vasilissa came flying in, he sprang upon her
and seized her and did not flinch even when she turned into a lizard in
his hands. But when he be held the lizard change to a fierce and deadly
snake, he cried out in alarm and loosed his hold, and the snake wriggled
through the doorway and disappeared.
Then Tsarevitch Ivan was exceeding sorrowful,
so that he did not even hear the reproaches of the old witch. So bitterly
did he weep that she pitied him and said: "Little enough dost thou
deserve this wife of thine, but if thou choosest, go to my younger sister
and see if she will help thee. For Vasilissa the Wise stops to rest also
at her house." So, plucking up heart somewhat, Tsarevitch Ivan obeyed.
The ball rolled a long way and it rolled
a short way; it crossed a broad river, and there on the shore he came
to a third hut, wretcheder than the other two put together, turn ing round
on hens' legs, and in it was the second grand-aunt of all the witches.
She, too, consented to aid him. "But re member," she said, "if
this time thy heart fails and thy hand falters, never again shalt thou
behold thy wife in the white world!"
So a third time Tsarevitch Ivan hid himself,
and presently in came flying Vasilissa the Wise, and this time he said
a prayer to God as he sprang out and seized her in a strong grasp. In
vain she turned into a frog, into a cold lizard and into a deadly, writhing
snake. Ivan's grip did not loosen. At last she turned into an arrow and
this he immediately snatched and broke into three pieces. At the same
moment the lovely Vasilissa, in her true maiden shape, appeared and threw
herself into his arms. "Now, Tsarevitch Ivan," she said, 'I
give myself up to thy will!"
The Baba Yaga gave them for a present a white
mare which could fly like the wind, and on the fourth day it set them
down safe and sound at the Tsar's Palace.
He received them with joy and thankfulness,
and made a great feast, and after that he made Tsarevitch Ivan Tsar in